P Is for Peril

and found Crystal." I popped the rest of the sandwich in my mouth and reached for one of Odessa's fries.
    Jonah said, "It bugs me there's no note. The guy might've been desperate, but he's not mean-spirited. Suppose the car's never found. Why leave everyone hanging? Guy wants to kill himself, all he has to say, 'Sorry, folks, but that's it. I can't take any more and I'm out of here.' And why put the car at the bottom of the lake? What's the point of that move?"
    "Right," Jonah said. "What if we take the opposite tack. Let's say somebody did it for him. You shoot him with the windows up to muffle the sound. Then you open three of 'em to make sure the car sinks fast. You don't want an air bubble caught against the roof because the whole thing might float. The deal wouldn't be that hard to pull off. You do the guy, get out, release the emergency brake, give the car a quick shove, and send it on its merry way."
    Odessa said, "Which brings us right back around to where we started. Look at it as murder, then the sinking of the car makes a lot more sense."
    "The killer assumes the car's twenty feet down and won't be found,"
    I said.
    "Exactly. Now the scenario heats up. You find the car, and now he's forced to cope with something he never counted on."
    I said, "If you're looking for a motive. I heard a rumor that Crystal was having an affair."
    "Who with?"
    "A personal trainer of hers. Some guy she worked with eight or ten months ago."
    Odessa glanced at his watch. "Hey, I gotta get a move on. I promised Sherry I'd run an errand." He stood and picked up his plastic basket, picking up Jonah's as well. Jonah offered to help, but he was already at the take-out window. He left the baskets on the counter. "I'll see you back at the place."
    "I better be going myself. You walking in that direction?" I said, "Sure, if you don't mind." I picked up my shoulder bag and we walked for a beat in silence. "So how are things really?"
    "Better than you'd think," he said. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. I hope it works out for you."
    "Something I never said. That time we spent together, I appreciate what you did. You helped me keep my head on straight or I'd have never made it through."
    "I didn't see you as a charity," I said. "That's how I feel, though; fucking grateful."
    "Well, I am, too." I took his arm for a moment and then thought better of it. I moved my hand, pretending to adjust my bag higher on my shoulder. "You know, I'm still on Fiona's payroll and I owe her some hours."
    "Meaning what?"
    "I was going to clear this with Odessa, but it's probably better if I talk to you. I went through my notes last night and I'm curious about Dow's passport and the missing thirty thousand bucks. If I can get Fiona to underwrite it, do you care if I pursue that?"
    "Depends. What are you proposing?"
    "I'm not sure. For starters, Crystal mentioned a post-office box. It was hers at one time, but she claims she let the rental on it lapse. She assumed Dow kept it so he could divert bank statements, but I'm wondering if that's true."
    He studied me for a moment. "I can't stop you."
    "I know, but I don't want to step on any toes."
    "Then don't fuck it up. You find out anything, I want you coming straight to me. And no tampering with evidence."
    "I wouldn't tamper with evidence," I said, offended.
    "Uh-hun. You wouldn't lie about it, either."
    "Well, I wouldn't lie to you."
    We paused at the corner, waiting for the light to change. I stole a glance at his face, which was looking weary in repose. "You really believe he was murdered?"
    "I think we'll operate on that assumption until we hear otherwise."
    I went back to the office. Fiona had left me a message, authorizing two hours, but no more. I sat in my swivel chair, feet on the desk, and swiveled for a bit while I stared at the phone. I was reluctant to call Crystal in the midst of the current crisis, but I had no alternative. If Crystal was upset about Dow, I'd just have to muddle through. I picked up the handset before I lost my nerve. I tried the number at the beach house, picturing her retreating to the place she loved best. An-ica answered after two rings.
    "Anica, it's Kinsey. I thought you went back to Fitch."
    "I did, but then Detective Paglia called this morning to tell Crystal the body'd been identified as Dow's. She called me and I turned around and drove right up. I told them I'd take vacation days through the end of next week. This takes priority. We'll be here until Sunday and then we're going